LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 65
“How is it? Isn’t it cool?”
– Yeah, for sure!
– Did you spend a lot? Haha
– Wow, how much did you spend?
“I don’t know how much I spent. The company took care of everything.”
– Haha, that’s hilarious!
– The Six is great!
– The Six is for real! Haha
“Right? I was a bit surprised too.”
I didn’t think it would be this good; it’s much better than the first album.
As expected, The Six is indeed a good company.
Even if they take a big cut, it’s worth it for this.
If I had been broadcasting alone, I probably would still just be chatting with a handful of viewers instead of working on an album.
…But who knows? It might not be so bad? Of course, I wouldn’t have been able to achieve these results by myself.
“This song is really good, so everyone, look forward to it!”
It was composed by that talented composer with the band members striving to record it. It can’t possibly be bad.
– Are you not excited?
– Hmm… Is that all?
– It’s just kind of average, you know?
“Those who come from the future will be banished back to the future~”
– Huh??
– Can I just keep my head down?
– Teacher, I raised my hand!
“Keep your hand up.”
Saying that, I turned on the civilization.
Now that all announcements have been made, I can do whatever else.
– ???
– No, seriously, Teacher, I raised my hand!
– What civilization are you talking about?
– If you don’t turn that off, I won’t watch tomorrow’s music video!
“…We have to end the war at some point, right?”
Thus, that day ended with the viewers’ opinions being ignored while I enjoyed the civilization and then wrapped up the broadcast.
The next day.
After waking up around early afternoon, I quickly prepared to go out.
“Where are you going again?”
As I was busily getting ready, Mrs. Jang, who was vacuuming in the living room, chimed in.
Is it surprising that I’ve been going out more often lately since I usually stay in?
“To a friend’s house.”
“What? Who? You have friends?”
“I do, you know!”
“I thought you didn’t have anyone but Hyejeong.”
What does she think of her own daughter?
Does she really think I have only Hyejeong as a friend?
That’s ridiculous….
“Well, yeah, that’s true.”
“What kind of tone is that?”
Thinking about it, she has a point.
Sure, before becoming a woman, I had a decent number of friends, but after, the only close friend I regularly meet and talk to is Hyejeong. But still…
“I’m different now that I’m working.”
Since starting my broadcast, how many connections have I made?
From the members of the Celestial Realm Project to my manager.
And the band members from Hyeon-su’s Workshop… and the composer… umm.
That should be plenty, right?
I could say I’ve made at least ten friends.
“Well, good for you.”
“Yep, anyway, I’m leaving. I might not come back home today.”
Since I was intending to spend the night, Mrs. Jang nodded easily.
“An overnight stay?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright.”
Isn’t she taking this a bit too lightly? I was expecting her to object, so I even prepared photos for verification of who I’m going to see.
“Aren’t you too easily permitting this?”
“Come on, it’s just a woman, right? You’re not going to your other friend’s house where you do broadcasts, are you?”
“Sharp as always….”
Is this her skill? I admired Mrs. Jang, who hit the nail on the head as I left the house.
I shook off Bok-sil trying to cling to me and stepped out through the main gate, checking the location information I had received.
At least summer is gradually passing, and autumn is coming, so I can feel the cool breeze.
Just a few months ago, I would have been sweating just from a short walk, but now, after walking for quite some time, the breeze feels refreshing.
As I walked industriously, I caught sight of a new villa.
“Is this the place?”
Looking at the map sent to me, it seemed to be right…
I sent a message that I had arrived and waited down below.
About a minute later…
The main gate of the villa opened, and a woman came out.
“M-Moon Soo-hyun!”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
Still quite tall in many ways.
Well, it hasn’t even been a week since I last saw her.
“Welcome!”
“Yeah, please take me inside quickly.”
“Okay, got it.”
Following Maho, I entered the building.
“Oh.”
Maho’s house wasn’t very spacious, but it felt vast.
Seeing the character dolls scattered here and there and the neat decor, it felt like my room was the despair side of an otaku while this was the hope side.
“Did you close the door?”
“Huh? Of course, I did!”
Why is she asking if I closed the door?
And as I thought that, Maho pounced on me.
“Ah!”
“You! How did you take that photo!”
Photo? What photo… Oh!
Now that I think about it, I posted a picture I took with actor Moon Chang-sik in the group chat yesterday.
“You didn’t even say how you met! Just posted the photo and left me hanging!”
“Wait a minute!”
“Why? I’ll give you one last chance to defend yourself.”
“How about calming down first with this?”
I had planned to give it later, but I need to defuse the situation now.
I took out the autograph I got from Moon Chang-sik yesterday from my bag.
“What’s that?”
“It’s an autograph I got. You can see my name written on it.”
As Maho’s anger gauge visibly settled down upon seeing Moon Chang-sik’s autograph and the message that said, “I hope you’re happy, Maho-hyun,” she seemed a bit calmed.
“Is that so good?”
“Of course! How could I not like Chang-sik?”
“Really?”
What’s going on? Wasn’t Maho also an otaku like me? It’s surprising she’s into reality actors instead….
“Why do you look at me like that? I like dramas and movies too, you know.”
“Oh, so you watch everything then?”
“Yeah, because creative works are amazing.”
I can understand that sentiment well…
“Anyway, you’re not planning to threaten me anymore, are you?”
“I didn’t threaten you, but… so how did you meet?”
If I lay everything out from the beginning, I’d have to mention going to the composer’s workshop and the new song too…
What should I say?
“Um, you know the composer, right?”
“Our Celestial Realm Project?”
“Yeah, I did the guide vocals when I was working on the new song last time.”
“Right? You did great.”
Well, I just need to sprinkle a little lie here.
“So, I got asked to go again this time.”
“And then…?”
Oh, wait a moment, was it a secret that Moon Chang-sik was filming a movie? No, was it a secret that he was the main character?
I think he asked me to keep something a secret, but what was it?
I couldn’t remember, so I decided to just gloss over it.
“The composer seemed to have some connection with him. He happened to be there, and we ran into each other.”
“No way, really?”
“Yep, so I got an autograph and took a photo together.”
“Oh… how was it seeing him in person?”
How was it?
Thinking about it, I didn’t really know anything, so wasn’t I the most objective witness of that guy named Moon Chang-sik?
In my assessment, Moon Chang-sik is…
“Kind of… a strange person?”
“Did you finish talking?”
“I thought you said to be honest.”
“Just a bit strange, that’s all.”
Talking about how he pulled out his phone in the middle of our conversation to take notes and seemed lost in thought isn’t exactly normal behavior, is it?
“And he’s professional.”
And while that part is odd, I couldn’t help but acknowledge him being a pro.
“What part?”
“Well, there are various reasons, but the biggest is this.”
Saying that, I showed the photo we took together.
“Wow… Handsome couple… Why?”
Maho muttered a little blankly while looking at the picture, but that’s not what’s important right now.
“Can you see the expression?”
“I can.”
“The original expression was actually a frown.”
“What? No way—seriously?”
“But isn’t it fascinating how that expression completely changed when the photo was taken?”
“Not really, why did they have a frown in the first place?”
Uh, how should I explain this?
I should explain that I didn’t recognize him at first and all the conversations we had while eating later—wouldn’t that take too long?
“It seemed like he was in pain or something?”
“Oh, is that so…? Did he look that distressed?”
“I don’t think so.”
Sorry, Moon Chang-sik…! But I didn’t say anything bad!
“Anyway, shall we get ready for the broadcast?”
“Oh! Right!”
Thus, I moved in front of Maho’s computer. Although we had a bit of time left until the initial viewing, we intended to do a little broadcasting since we were already there.
“You coming was unexpected?”
Maho said as she sat at her desk and turned on her computer.
“What do you mean?”
“That you came.”
“Why’s that? It’s close by.”
Last night, Maho was looking for someone to join her for the initial viewing in the group chat.
Other members said they couldn’t come due to distance or various issues… but aren’t I close enough to have no issues?
“Weren’t you a homebody?”
“True, but I’m here to do a broadcast.”
And weren’t the members who joined during Miro 24 hours there as well?
I would’ve gone even if another member had called.
“Alright, the computer’s on, so log in.”
“Huh? Me?”
“You came all the way here, so it should be your account.”
“It’s your house, so you should use yours.”
Maho seems to be trying to be considerate… but honestly, this is totally fine. I actually hoped she would handle the keys.
“Why? Isn’t it better to use your account?”
“My room’s viewers are a bit unstable right now, so if we start from your room, maybe they’ll behave a bit more?”
Anyway, anyone who’s coming will know I’m just appearing as a guest on Maho’s broadcast. I had already informed everyone before the stream ended yesterday, so most will probably show up.
“Unstable? Is it serious?”
Maho looked concerned at my vague comment about the viewers being unstable… but honestly, this was something I had caused, so I had little to say.
“It’s not that severe; it just needs a little time.”
“Got it… then I’ll use mine.”
Maho quickly set up the broadcast.
By the way, her computer and monitor look pretty.
Mine is a dull black, but real women seem to have a flair for design.
Come to think of it, is this my first time entering a solo female’s room?
I don’t really have any particular thoughts. It just feels a bit fascinating.
What would have happened if I had come here when I was a guy?
Since Maho’s pretty, it probably would have made my heart race a little, right?
Thinking that, I watched Maho’s back as she set up the broadcast.
She’s much more adept than I am.
Skillfully and swiftly, she starts the programs and prepares for the broadcast.
“What should we title it?”
“The title?”
“Yeah, let’s go with Miro style.”
Hmm.
What should I say? Nothing particularly comes to mind.
While I was thinking, something good came to me.
After all, summer is almost over, isn’t it?
Since we are launching a song around this time…
“The end of summer.”
“Can we do that?”
“Sure, let’s wrap up the summer with our song.”
“Oh, that has a nice feel to it.”
And so, the title was decided.
The long, hot summer is finally coming to an end.